l through about it

l through of it l through of it l really am tired On the floor struggling to breathe blade on my arm The pills were right ,right in front of my red swollen eyes l though let me just end it all Wrote a paper for my mom to let her know that it was not her fault Wrote a paper for my Dad to let him know that it was never his fault this happened Thinking l am done l than thought of my sister than Wrote another letter to her l through of my bestfriend and wrote her a letter to let her know it's not her fault this happened, promised myself it was my last letter l through of all my friends and Wrote them letter letters pilled up on the floor, l realized how many people care about me and hiw much it will break their heart l through about how God would be so disappointed after we have come a long way to healing to just disappoint him like that l realized that life is worth living and there will be a break-through in life l through about myself ~Paballo Seetsi Lesedi